Aug27 Summer Poems – The Cat Posted on August 27, 2019 by anna mosca Standard * I sit outside sipping some home made mint tea letting the morning light falling on me gently the cat rolls on his back under my chair making sure the pebbles work well on him the dog moans . . . . Rate this:Share this:TwitterFacebookLinkedInTumblrEmailPrintPinterestWhatsAppSkypeLike this:Like Loading... Related
Oh yes, someone has to look at the cloud or stare intently in the air or on the grass! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓
Idleness is the poet’s workshop
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Oh yes, someone has to look at the cloud or stare intently in the air or on the grass!
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Yes ! I love this . 🙂 great post . Aww so cute. I love black cats so much
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Thank you 😊 so do I.
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